IN THE PARK...

IN THE PARK..

Don't you just love going to a park?

Where large trees shade and romances start ..

Where squirrels chase each other from tree to tree..

Where children play and laugh without  intensity..

The hot summer sun shines a little cooler there..

The grass is greener,  smells sweetly in the summer air..

There's a quiet calmness as people walk slowly about..

Young and old have left their burdens behind , there is no doubt..

There is a sense of harmony, of peace and blissful joy..

The park is filled with contentment in every girl and boy..

People meeting people,  relatives and friends..

To reunite their kindred spirits, the afternoon they spend..

Picnic tables full of food , a potluck dish  made by loving hands..

Blankets on the ground , folding chairs, paper plates used to feed the clan..

Park benches are there for the lovers, yes even the broken in spirit..

Some just read a book or gaze at the beautiful peaceful park, as they sit..

There is just such tranquility in the park where I ride..

I peddle through its beauty, its serenity as I glide by..

How I love to ride my bike through the park ...

Life just seems sweeter, calmer, less worrisome..

Not only for me,  but for all who embark..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

09/01/13